Carla Quinn Nude Novels & Stories

“If you cry, I’ll cry, and then we’ll have to deal with two ridiculous naked adults crying in the middle of the room.” She laughed. A small, wet, but genuine laugh. “You’re ridiculous.” “I know. Now take off my fucking shirt before I rip it.” “It’s YOUR shirt.” “It’s on your body. Same rule applies.” Carla rolled her eyes but obeyed. Her fingers pulled the dark fabric over her head in one fluid motion, and Alexei simply stopped breathing for a second. Because no matter how many times he saw Carla naked, it was never enough. It never would be. Her tanned skin glowed under the golden light of the lamp. The soft curves. The full breasts. The narrow waist he loved to grab.